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 Aug 2016 archana
Fay Slimm
Ten buttercup summers ago
sweet gilt strands spiraled above
dual attraction,
moments fanned friendship
into smoke of commitment and
passion strewed
petals on beginnings of romance.

Five lilac seasons back we
picked scented happiness when,
defences fallen,
meadows of floral nectar ended
aloneness and love
waltzed thru' former convention
without any note
of doubtful retreat or regret.

Two hollyhock years gone
seeds hidden in needy hearts
took root and bloomed
as we tended the scent of total
oneness until,
coffined in fathomless shock,
happenings flattened
hope's dreams of contentment.

A grief ago winter's cold
wilted growth, buried treasure
and brought an end
to love's beautiful garden, yet
rainbowed in memory
those flowers still hold colours
of our very specialness.
How many masks did I tear off their faces?
I've already lost count.
Of ****** faces and bruised eyes.
There's no heaven where I'm going.

Do they still breath I wonder.
Will they be happy?
Can I see them, my afflictions.
Will they find solace in my suffering?

The pain I feel.
It's all in my head.
The guilt of ******.
The pain of abandon.

Remind me in a park why you left.
So I can walk my own trail once more.
noone
 Jul 2016 archana
Dr Strange
So it's late
Time for bed but I can't sleep
Instead I'm up writing these poems meant for thee
Poems you'll probably never get the chance to read
So I mine as well burn these words
Just to watch them float away in the simple breeze
Because you and I will never be
We're just friends...
But I guess that's the tease
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens
 Jul 2016 archana
kaycog
Love me
 Jul 2016 archana
kaycog
Love me like coffee
Knowing I'm bitter
But drinking me up

Love me like rocks
Knowing I'm dense
But picking me up

Love me like a cup
Knowing I'm empty
But filling me up
 Jul 2016 archana
kaycog
Time Lapse
 Jul 2016 archana
kaycog
Miles stretch longer than minutes
Counting off like ceiling tiles
Wasting away in numbered rows

But then minutes drag on for miles
And silence lurches passed
Withering away in fashioned lines
...and I waited
 Jul 2016 archana
kaycog
Night owls, starry eyed
West Coast, citywide

Clean air, misty haze
Busy roads, skyscraper maze

Atlantic waters pacified
I'm East Coast,
Bona fide
It's all beautiful here

— The End —